CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
2000 – Garage Sale
The next morning, I decided to focus on the positive. No more gun shit, no more Eula, no more Heir & Spare hangover. I’d been moved up to a delegatory role and Biz was errand boy now.
‘Lemme get going on offloading Mundo’s garage,’ I told myself. If Hopeton could connect me with a few East New York old heads I’m sure it wouldn’t take too long to wrap it up.
I hit Hopeton up around 11.
“My yute,” was Hopeton’s greeting. Hopeton was so old school. He’d definitely be able to find me someone in his JA-to-BK posse who would snap Mundo’s garage right up.
“Yo, you in the mood for roti today?” I asked. “I could swing by in about an hour.”
“Bring me a large container of corn soup and some oxtail over white rice,” he replied. “See you soon.”
When I got to PanStar, Hopeton was helping someone figure out what appeared to be a complicated shipping order. I smiled at her, nodded at Hopeton and let myself in to the back room.
I snapped on the tv and scanned through a bunch of channels before settling on a nature documentary. Mating eels.
My BlackBerry pinged. I glanced at it. Biz.
Just talked to Eula. She said she’s holding it down and we’re all good. Visiting hours next week. She’s putting me on the list.
I texted him back, telling him to stay on it and make sure to keep me in the loop.
And put money on her books as soon as she gives you the info.
Hopeton came into the back room and grabbed a Heineken out of the mini fridge.
“You want one?” he asked.
“Nah,” I said. “I need to chill. I just want to get this garage thing taken care of. Then I can enjoy myself.”
Hopeton nodded.
“I made a few calls and found two bredren who want to see the garage whenever you have time,” Hopeton told me as he slid me a piece of paper. “Here are their names and numbers. They’re both expecting your call.”
And within a week, I’d offloaded the garage for a favorable price. Cash deal. Hopeton kicked the closing paperwork to one of his cricket club buddies who was a real estate lawyer. The whole thing was completed within a month.
I hit Doe up on the BlackBerry.
Garage done. Cash deal.
His reply: Thx, bro.
